Let it rain.

"...These are the seasons of emotion and like the winds they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion - I see the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient - Upon us all a little rain must fall."

These are the lyrics to The Rain Song, one of my favourites by Led Zeppelin.
Also, this is my favourite "I'm too old for *Rain, rain go away, Come back another day*"  song. :P

Why do I love it? I don't know. I just always have.

Rain is an enigma, a symphony, a powerful force, a lifegiver.

I love how rain can almost always prove you wrong. You may be angry or frustrated and you angrily walk out into the rain, hoping for some sort of understanding,denial or absolution. Like the gray clouds and the tiny puddles will give you answers. But before that earth-shattering moment occurs, you are drenched. Completely. Not just by the droplets, but by the smell of rain, and what it does to the environment around you. The rain commands your attention. It's just you and the rain now. No, you don't want to attain nirvana, like you first thought in your fit of chagrin. All you want is to roll around in the mud. You want to stomp around in puddles like noone's watching. You want to love, laugh, live. (Those last three words are copied off my red Converse chappals!).

You can crib about the traffic jams and the floods all you want. I do, too. 

But you just cannot deny the beauty of this weather. Raindrops falling elegantly on the black asphalt of your potholed road. The exquisite smell of wet mud. The long walk with no umbrella over your head. The element of surprise as it suddenly stops. The glimpse of a rainbow.

I just had great masala tea with raindrops falling intermittently on my shoulder. Hence, this whole "I love the rains" rant, in case you were wondering. :P

Do I idealize the rains? Call it a genetic defect, that I love. :)

"Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby."
-Langston Hughes